I guess I've always been a bit of a sizing queen. No subject what situation I found myself in, I'd always be checking out men's crotches to see if I could make out the outlines of peter in their knickers. It didn't even matter if the situation wouldn't allow me to get my script on it…like at the grocery store depot, or at the airport…I just really appreciate telling dicks.

My name is Teri, and I'm an attractive brunette with a peachy body, including natural 36E boob, a tight ass, and shapely legs…I grew boobs early, so even when I was jr. I never had any job getting my work force on any cock I was concerned in. I fucked my way through high schoolhouse, and then my first three years at university, searching for that hone penis. When I met Steve in my senior year at college, I thought I'd found it…his motherfucker was easily 10"long, and one of the fatheaded I'd seen. I couldn't retain my paw off it, and I fell in love immediately. We got married right after we graduated and had a daughter, Sara, about a yr later. Steve and I had a decent spirit for a while, but we divorced just about when Sara was entering high school, and I raised her by myself after that.

Sara was a beautiful girl…she really blossomed in high school. She was athletic and had a staring physical structure, with perky C-cup breast that seemed to defy graveness, but had a sexy bounce to them whenever she went braless. She had lots of friends, and always seemed to have a boyfriend in tow.

I loved meeting Sara's boyfriends…they were always attractive young guys who shared Sara's bonk for sports, so typically had bang-up bodies and fun personalities. Naturally, I couldn't aid but check out their packages whenever they were over at the house, and especially when they were clowning around in the pool. I had dated plenitude since getting divorced, and had my contribution of hard dicks to take from, but there was something about being around handsome, Danton True Young men and their big cocks that always got my juices flowing.

In her older year, Sara started dating Trent, who became her stiff boyfriend. I almost fell all over myself when I met him…he was handsome and well-built, with a winning smile…and had the most obvious big putz I'd ever seen. Whenever he came by to visit Sara, I would always check out the impression of his midst quill through his gasp or shorts. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I could barely take my heart off it. I knew Sara was getting stuffed with River Trent's prick regularly because she had a constant smile on her font, and she made loosely veiled references to Trent's big cock during our mother/daughter conversations.

One day Trent was over the house visiting Sara, and the three of us were out by the pocket billiards. I was lying on a chaise longue lounge in a two patch bikini reading a Book, while Sara and Trent played and swam in the kitty. Every metre Trento climbed out of the pool, I couldn't help but notice that his wet swim trunks clung to his cock and ass cheek like a second peel. I could see the shed light on outline of his entire penis hanging down one leg of his washup suit, as well as the large bulbous tip at the end of his rotating shaft. I could even tell he was circumcised, which aroused me even more, since I definitely preferred that when it came to cocks.

I tried to be unobtrusive as I eyed the shape of his dangling dick every time he climbed onto the deck of cards, but I'm not sure it was working. Even though I kept my book opened, I was actually watching River Trent in the pond, waiting for the next time he'd mount onto the deck with his impressive cock outlined by the wet fabric of his drown trunks. I could feel my pussy getting moist and my clitoris starting to tingle, so I decided to go into the house for some iced tea to give myself a break….I was even considering running upstairs to rub out a agile one just to get some badly needed relief.

As I stood at the buffet pouring a glass of iced tea, I heard the patio door receptive and looked up as Trent joined me in the kitchen, with his wet trunks clinging to his legs.

He said,"Hey Mrs. B….I was thinking the Saame thing. I could really use a glass of frost tea."

Forcing myself to hold back my eyes above his waistline, I said"Of course….I should've asked you when I came in. doe Sara desire some, too ?"

He replied,"No, she's laid out on one of the chaise lounges…she said she wants to tan for about 30 minutes. I think she's already fallen asleep."

As he said this, Trent stepped over to where I stood by the counter and leaned up against me as he reached above my nous for a marvellous glass from the closet. By leaning in like this he was squashing my soft boobs against his body, while rubbing his wet swim causa against my bare leg. I could feel the firmness of his lance against my leg, and he seemed to be intentionally pressing it against me as he took much retentive to get a glass than was necessary.

When he finally got his glass, he took a step away, which allowed my tits to swing free again after he'd been pressing against them. I smiled to myself when I saw his eyes drift to my swaying tit as he handed me his glass so I could pour his drink from the mound. I poured his ice tea, then turned back to him and handed him his meth, my centre involuntarily darting down to his swim trunks. The outline of his cock was more pronounced, and it was starting to make a tent in his swim trunks.

My eyebrows shot up, then I glanced up to contact his eyes…he had a vast grin on his face and said,"Well….do you want to take a look at it ?"

Blushing, I said,"Trent….what are you talking about ?"

He laughed and said,"Mrs. B…I see you checking out my cock every time I come over…would you like to see it ?"

Blushing even harder, I hemmed and hawed, then stammered,"N-N-No, of course not….what about Sara ?"

He laughed again, pulled his wet trunks down to his stifle, allowing his binge dick to leap out, and said,"She's already seen it….a lot."

I was mesmerized. It was even more impressive than I'd mentation. His semi-hard dick stuck out from his hips. It had a soft bend to the shaft, with the tip of his cock pointing at the floor.

Without thinking, I reached for it with my helping hand, saying,"We shouldn't be doing this, Trent,"but automatically began slowly stroking his stiffening pole.

As I ran my hand up and down the length of his SOB, Trent River untied my bikini top and tossed it on the heel counter, allowing my dumbbell to swing free and sway in between us. He reached up and grabbed a tit in each hired man, then lowered his pass and sucked one nipple into his sass for a few second, before doing the same with the other one.

I continued jerking his turncock until it had grown to its full 11"and was sticking straight out from his body. Once he was fully erect, he pushed me down to my knees and shoved the tip of his overeat prick toward my mouth.

I couldn't help it….I started sucking.

He leaned back against the counter, with his paw behind him for support, as I bobbed my headland back and forth on his set celestial pole, stroking his shaft with one mitt and fondling his nutsack with the former. After sucking and stroking for a spell, I pulled his stiff rod out of my mouth and just admired it for a second as I continued running my mitt up and down its telling length.

Trent moaned and rocked his hips into my pumping fist, as he reached down between us and began squeezing my swaying breasts, occasionally finding and tweaking my pap with his fingers.

I sucked the tip of his hammer back into my oral cavity, and resumed bobbing my head back and Forth on his glistening shaft. After only a few Sir Thomas More minutes, Trent River caught his breathing space, then let out a moan and grabbed the book binding of my head, pulling my typeface hard into his groin, as he blasted a Brobdingnagian load of cum down the back of my throat. He kept rocking his hip joint and moaning, as I swallowed his consignment, then continued to stroke his cock, pumping more touchwood into my mouth until his nutsack was finally empty.

As I licked his still semi-hard cock and sucked the final drop of cum off the tip of his dick, Trent grabbed both of my swinging boobs and said,"Wow, Mrs. B…that was amazing !"

Still somewhat hypnotized by the sheer size of his softening dick, I continued to gently stroke his glistening pole and - ineffectual to hire my heart off it - said,"This….this is stupefy, Trent. I'm kind of surprise that Sara can cover all of this…she's so petite."

Trent River chuckled and said,"Well, she can't handle all of it, but it's not for lack of trying. I can get about two thirds of it inside her before it bottoms out. I don't want to hurt her so that's as far as I go."

Still softly massaging his flaccid penis, I said,"You're a sweet boy, Trent."Then I released his soft prick and gave it a playful slap, watching it swing back and forth between his legs for a few seconds.

When I was done enjoying the view, I pulled his swim suit up as I stood, being heedful to pucker his shaft down one leg of his tree trunk. Then I pulled his hands off of my breast and grabbed my bikini top from the retort behind me.

As I tied it back in station and pulled the modest bits of fabric over the top of my tits to cover my teat, I said,"We need to keep this a total secret, Trent River. Not a parole to Sara. It would go her heart."

"Of course, Mrs. B….I wouldn't want to smart Sara for the humans. We'll just keep this between us."

I nodded my agreement, then glanced down and patted the synopsis of his hammer in his bathing proboscis, before leading us back out to the patio where Sara was sleeping on a chaise lounge.

River Trent stayed over for dinner later that day and everything returned to"normal ”. Trent River and I exchanged the odd glance now and then, but kept our hole-and-corner well-hidden.

The next day was Friday, and Trent and Sara drove nursing home from shoal together, since they had a date planned for that evening. When they walked through the front door, I was sitting in the living way reading a book. Sara tossed her books on the table in the hallway, gave me a candy kiss on the cheek, and said she was heading upstairs to shower and get gear up for her date.

As Sara headed upstairs, Trent came into the livelihood room and said,"Hi, Mrs. B…long time ; no see."We both laughed at his little joke, then he plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV as I went back to reading my book.

When we heard the cascade turn on, Trent got up from the lounge and walked over to where I was sitting and stood directly in nominal head of me. He pulled down his zip fastener, fished out his enormous shaft and pulled it out of his denim, slowly stroking it in movement of my face.

With a shit-eating grin on his brass, he said,"It takes her almost an hour to get cook, so we should own metre for a quickie."

I laughed, put my book on the end table, and replaced his hand with mine, gently stroking his prick as I said,"You're such a short turd, River Trent. By the way - if you think Sara will be ready in an hour, you're kidding yourself. We definitely have clock time for a quickie."

With that I pulled the tip of his dent into my mouth and began sucking on it. As I blew him, I jerked his growing shaft with one handwriting, then pulled his balls out through his unzipped fly and began massaging them with my other hand.

Meanwhile Trent had unbutton the top of my sundress and pulled my enceinte breasts out of my bra so that they swung freely in figurehead of me, swaying in regular recurrence with my bobbing head.

In no time he was fully set up and rocking his coxa into my pumping fist. After a minute or two, Trent released my boobs, put his manpower on my shoulders and pulled my up to my feet. Then he spun me around to confront the couch and roughly pushed me forward until I was kneeling on the lounge cushions, with my workforce on the back of the sofa to hold me up, and my bare boobs swinging freely beneath my chest. He nudged my human knee apart until my legs were spread all-encompassing, then he flipped the back of my sundress onto my lower rear and pulled my panties down to the middle of my second joint. With one hand on my hip, Trent grabbed his congested shaft with the other hand, lined it up with my dripping wet pussy, and slammed it into me as far as it would go.

Oh, my God, it felt wild ! I let out a groan….much gimcrack than I intended…but thankfully we could still hear the exhibitioner running upstairs, so I knew Sara could not cause heard me over the running water.

Trent chuckled and said,"Wow, Mrs. B….I'm impressed. I'm balls deep in your pussy ! You're the first woman who's ever been able to take my full cock."

He picked up the footstep and pounded me from behind in earnest, filling me with his huge dick and making my heavy titty flop around underneath me, crashing into each other with every thrusting. I grunted with each forward pang of his peter and, with his nutsack banging up against my throbbing clit, I felt a huge orgasm building between my legs.

I pushed my face into the cushion on the backbone of the couch to stifle my grunts, muttering,"Holy shit, Trent….uhnnn….uhnnn….God, that feels great….uhnnn….keep going….uhnnn….uhnnn…yeah, just like that….yeah, yeah….aaaahhhhh…..hmmmmm….oh, fuck, yeah…..aaaaahhhhhh…..God, yes…..hmmmm…."

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the throe of my climax as it coursed through my body from pap to clit, and back again. When my legs finally stopped shaking, I turned my head back over my shoulder and said,"rush up, Trent….you need to finish before Sara turns off the shower."

He really didn't need any encouragement….he was slamming his hawkshaw in and out of my slit like a jackhammer and, with his hands on my hips, he suddenly shoved his cock as far into me as he could and grunted, blasting various R-2 of cum all over the inside of my cunt. He pumped his rosehip a few more sentence, emptying his nutsack and spewing a few net watercourse of jizzm into me, as he caught his breather and enjoyed his orgasm.

Just then we heard the shower tour off, so our timing turned out to be just about perfect.

Trent quietly slipped his still semi-hard dick out of my vagina, and I spun around and licked his shaft clean and jerk while he massaged my dangling white meat. Next I grabbed a towel from the kitchen and cleaned up between my legs, before using it to wipe off Trent's glistening prick, then tucking it back inside his jeans.

As I pulled up his slide fastener, I looked at River Trent and asked,"What about your day of the month with Sara ? testament you have anything left for her ?"

He let out a laugh and said,"Are you kidding me ? My peter will be hard again before we get to the eating place tonight."

I laughed with him, shaking my fountainhead, and said,"Of trend it will be….that's how it is with you new people."Then I grabbed my Christian Bible and settled back down on the sofa where I had been sitting earlier.

By the prison term Sara came downstairs, my dress and step-in were back in shoes and I was reading my Koran while Trent impatiently scanned the channels on the TV. Sara gave me a kiss on the boldness, then she and Trent headed out to their Friday nighttime date.

Sara and Trent dated all through their senior year, so I ended up seeing a lot of Trent. Over their terminal year in high school, Trent and I found several chance to grab a quickie, a cock sucking or a handjob whenever the spot allowed. Sometimes we'd sneak off for a few minutes when he was at the home swimming in the pool or visiting Sara over a weekend. During Sara's volleyball season, he would amount over and have sex me while he waited for Sara to get house after exercise, or I'd give him a cock sucking while he waited for her to get ready for their dates.

After high school day, Sara attended an out of state university, while Trent River went to a local college. The totally time Trent was in college, he'd stoppage by my plaza for a speedy ass or a blowjob whenever neither one of us had a date for the night.

Sara was dating while she attended college, but when she came home for summertime holiday and vacation, she and Trent would still hook up. Surprisingly, they ended up back together when they both finished their degrees, and two years later they got married, moving to a town about forty second away. About a class after that, I got re-married, too.

After that, whenever we got together for family effect, Trent still loved to embrace my bosom or pinch a mammilla when no one was looking, and I still thought his dick was the most beautiful one I'd ever seen. I loved finding odd moments when I could spend a few arcminute with his rooster in my hand or in my mouth….or on those increasingly rare occasions, with it pounding my pussy to orgasm. Even when we can't trip away for a quick fix during family gather, I can still chequer out his crotch and see the precis of his impressive cock stuffed down one leg of his pants….and sometimes that's enough .